LOGIN“No!” she sputters out, stumbling a few steps towards me, shaking her head so hard her pretty blue-green hair flutters out all around her. “No, Junie, don’t make me go! I want…I want to stay here! And help! I mean…” she bites her lip. “It will be nice to be able to visit home. But I want to stay wit
“I’m sending you home too,” I say quietly, doing my best to look each in the eyes. “I’m sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed that you didn’t get the wish.” They murmur a variety of responses back to me, most of them relieved. One by one they step forward and I take their ha
“Does…” I whisper, my eyes still fastened to Orion as my eyes move over him, feeling the powers that radiate from him now. “Does that mean you have all of the powers of Darkness too? From…from the wish?” “No,” Orion murmurs, looking down at his hands and flexing them, experimenting with the feel o
Beatrice is the last to go, staring at me in shock, realizing finally that she bet everything on the wrong horse. I bare my teeth at her, fangs extended, and Beatrice’s eyes go wider as she trembles and finally submits, going to her knees and bowing her head. “Good,” I say, my voice returning to n
Laila’s knife sinks deep between Death’s shoulder blades and the final scream of a God fills the air as Death falls to his knees. The magic stops mid-stream, like a tap being suddenly turned off. I groan and tilt forward against Anton, who catches me and holds me against his chest. “Shit, June,”
“Just a little longer, June. She’ll do it.” But what if she doesn’t? What if…what if I’m inches from oblivion, and this is it? My heart strains in my chest, my wolf shaking like a leaf from snout to tail. But still, I will myself to hope. To trust in my friend. “I know,” I reply, letting my ey
All Contestants are hereby invited to attend the Beauty Trial this evening, escorted by their Heralds. Please wear only the enclosed garment and prepare yourself to be judged by your physical charms. The lady who least appeals to the Prince will be Eliminated at the end of the week.“What the hell?”
I breathe out slowly as I look around at the high obsidian arch that Anton and I walk through, moving into the palace itself. Whatever points this place loses for being dark and barren, it certainly impresses with its size and grandeur. The palace hall looms cavernous before me as we walk forward, l
The Prince of Hell’s smirk deepens when he sees my bared teeth, but he quickly turns his head back to his father as the God of Death begins to speak again. “Let me begin,” the God of Death says, folding his hands neatly behind his back, “by letting you know that the first trial has already begun.”
Let me, my wolf snarls, eager. I can use my teeth and my claws – “Juniper!” Anton barks out, shifting immediately into his human body. “For the second time in about ten minutes, what the hell is wrong with you!?” “I’m not marrying that asshole,” I snap, glaring at the door over Anton’s shoulder







